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The confessional was quiet, the only sound being the soft shuffle of Jon’s robes as he adjusted himself on the bench. He tried to steady himself, though boredom gnawed at him. Another long hour of listening to the same confessions— he couldn’t wait for it to be over.
He heard the door click as someone entered. He waited patiently for them to speak, and he could hear them fidgeting through the screen. He was used to this. Most hesitated before confessing, scared to admit their sins aloud despite it being meant to free them from their worries.
Despite there being a wall between them, Jon could tell whoever had entered was a woman, her perfume wafted into the closed space where he sat. It was pleasing, and it reminded him of something yet he couldn't quite place it.
That was until she spoke.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Jon's eyes widened, his breath catching in his chest as if the words had stabbed him directly through the heart. He knew that voice, he'd know it anywhere…
He felt his stomach flip, he knew he needed to stop her. He wasn't supposed to hear the confessions of his family. It wasn't against the rules per say, but he didn't want to make things complicated if they ever found out it was him they'd confessed to.
But before he could object, the sweet voice of his younger half-sister, Sansa, continued on.
“I-I’m not sure how to do this, really, it's been years since my last confession. And back then, it was because my mother encouraged me to do so.”
Jon swallowed, trying to contain himself and get back to the proper headspace. He had a job to do— he needed to be there for Sansa and help her through this, preferably without her knowing it was him.
“I've been feeling very guilty, plagued with horrid thoughts I can't get rid of. I'm not sure what's going on with me…”
Jon’s throat felt dry. Every word from her lips pressed against him like a hand he couldn’t push away. He needed to tell her to stop, to leave, to go to someone else.
“What troubles you, my child?” he forced out, his voice lower than he intended. He prayed she wouldn't recognize his voice.
On the other side of the screen Sansa drew a shaky breath. “I’ve been having thoughts,” she whispered. “Thoughts about someone I shouldn’t. Someone in my family.”
Jon’s fingers curled against the wood of the confessional, splinters digging into his skin.
“I keep trying to pray them away,” she continued softly, “but they come back. They’re not just thoughts anymore. They’re… they’re desires.”
Jon’s pulse thundered in his ears.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Sansa as she continued to confess.
“I try to ignore them, but it's getting worse. Thoughts have turned to dreams, and dreams into me thinking unholy things anytime I see him.”
Jon couldn't help but find himself curious as to who she was talking about? Someone in their family? Was it Theon? It was hard to focus as he thought of everyone they knew, his brain buzzing with the image of Sansa thinking of them in such a way.
“I… I have even pleasured myself thinking of him. I know I shouldn't, but I don't know how to stop. He's my brother—my half-brother—yet all I can think about is how deeply I want to fuck him.”
Her words struck him hard. He froze, his hands trembling in his lap as he repeated what she's just confessed in his head.
Half-brother? Fuck him?
She was talking about him. His heart raced, sweat was forming on his forehead and he wasn't sure whether it was from the heat inside the confessional, or the fact he was listening to his baby sister confess her sexual desires for him.
Years of his own suppressed thoughts came bubbling up. Jon would be lying if he said he'd never thought of Sansa before. He had spent many of his teenage years fantasizing about her, but he'd forced it out of his mind. It was successful… until now.
“I can't even be around Jon now. Anytime I see him I get overwhelmed with desire. Just last week he visited me in my apartment, and the mere sight of him left my panties soaking wet.”
God…. What was even happening right now? Jon stifled a groan at her confession. He could feel his cock growing, could feel it straining against his pants as she spoke. He could see her face clearly in his head— the way her long, red hair fell against her pale skin. He could see her blue eyes looking up at him, full of innocence and beauty. The way she grinned when Robb or Theon would make a joke, her lips begging to be kissed.
Sansa was beautiful, both inside and out.
He was suddenly aware of his palm pressing against his cock. He stilled, panic erupting inside his chest as he realized what he was doing.
He withdrew his hand quickly, almost as if it had burned him. He needed to stop, to get his thoughts together before he did something terribly wrong.
“How do I stop wanting him? How do I stop thinking of taking him into my mouth? All I want is to taste him, to feel him come down my throat and then feel him come inside me.”
Jon couldn't deny himself any longer. His cock throbbed as his head fell back against the chair, his eyes squeezing shut as he allowed his hand to finally do what it had been desperate to do all along.
He frantically unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock. The moment his hand wrapped around it, his body shook. He squeezed his cock in his hand as he listened to Sansa continue to speak next to him.
“I'm starting to scare myself, Father. I'm scared that if my thoughts continue, one day I will admit it out loud to him and ruin everything. He's a holy man, my brother, but I find myself praying that we could be together… Just once.”
Fuck, I hope so. Jon found himself thinking. What he would give to taste Sansa. To feel her body against him as he kissed her breathless. He longed to feel her shake beneath him as he took her apart with his tongue first, and then his cock.
He wondered if the hair on her pussy was the same fiery red as it was on her head.
The thought of spreading her open and pushing his cock inside of her resulted in precum leaking from his cock. He was so close, he was going to come right there inside of the confessional listening to his sister confess her incestuous desires for him.
“I just want to feel him come inside of me. I want to feel his cock deep inside of my pussy. I'm a terrible person.”
His body trembled, ropes of come shooting from his cock onto the confessional floor before she even finished her sentence. He bit his lip as hard as he could, trying his best to be quiet in the confined space.
His thighs shook as he milked the rest of his come from his spent dick, vision still blurry as he relished in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of his life.
The guilt was immediate. He took a deep breath, stuffing himself back into his pants as he panicked. What did he just do? How would he clean this up? Nobody could ever know of the sin he had just committed.
“Father?”
Sansa's voice pulled him from his panic. Mind still swirling, he cleared his throat. He tried his best to steady his voice before speaking.
“We are all tempted by sin, it does not make you a terrible person. Acknowledging your sins is the first step toward atonement. To make amends and find peace, you must reflect on your actions and strive to live virtuously going forward.”
He paused, letting the words sink in.
“Say three prayers for guidance and self control. Take time each day to meditate on your conscience. Seek not to indulge your temptation, but to understand it and learn from it.”
His heart continued to race. The guilt and humiliation gnawed at him more than it had in years, and he felt ashamed to be sitting where he sat. He had no right to give penance to anyone when he had just sinned himself.
“Thank you, Father.”
Sansa’s footsteps faded as she exited the booth, and the next person entered. Yet Jon’s mind refused to settle. How could he face her again, knowing not only what she had confessed, but what he had done while listening to her most private thoughts?